Waiting for a message, waiting for a reply,
“I’m sorry Hazel,” I tap into my phone,
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I wait for just a minute,
But seems like a day, because,
So far things are definitely
Not going my way.
It started yesterday afternoon,
Walking home from school,
I said my team in sports was better,
At the swimming pool.
Though, now I wish I hadn’t,
Because Hazel got mad,
She said, she used to be feeling good,
But now she’s feeling bad.
When I got home that day, I stared at
My laptop for an hour, but then as I was giving in
It ran out of power.
Waiting for a message, waiting for a reply,
“I’m sorry Hazel.” I type again,
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”